In fact he is asleep.
The light is on, I stir him. He does not move.
His breathing is heavy. Did I hear him snore? He is not engaged
in the powerful words that I am breathing over him. He doesn't care.
He doesn't want to know. He wants to remain in his sleepy state of mind.
I beckon to him by beginning to read:
"Blessed, happy, fortunate, [to be envied] are the undefiled......the upright, truly sincere and blameless........in the way [of the revealed will of God]; who walk.......that is, order their conduct and conversation........in [the whole of God's revealed will] the law of the Lord." (vs. 1)
This is you, Josiah. This word is speaking of you........today you will walk in the truth of this verse.
"Blessed, happy, fortunate [to be envied] are they who keep His testimonies, and who
seek, inquire for and of Him and crave Him with the whole heart." (vs. 2)
May you crave Him, my son, let your whole heart be drawn to Him.
The Word, prayer, love penetrate his slumber. He stirs.
He will be going to public school today. He is a Junior. This is an opportunity. Time threatens brevity.
"Yes, they do no unrighteousness....no willful wandering from His precepts; they walk in His ways." (vs. 3)
I read and pray the first eleven verses of Psalm 119 over my son.
The Word is living, active, sharper than a two-edged sword. I trust it to pierce the
subconscious mind of my child. It is hovering over him now. I believe it is settling in his heart.
I know he needs more than this, but I begin here for now. I believe the truth of these words
will empower him for every encounter he meets today.
When he walks into the classroom, may there be a sense that this is a blessed young man.
I can't be there with him. I trust that the Word that I am planting in him will be a lamp unto his feet and a light unto his path.
I will begin at verse 12 Monday morning before school. Tears often fall as I feel the Lord hovering over this precious time.
Josiah is not listening, not at the moment. As I speak this truth over him may it awaken the listening ear of his heart so that someday he will have a clear understanding of the holiness of this moment.
A time will come when his child will be sleeping. Craving sleep. Breathing heavily with slumber. Resting, unaware that his Daddy is reading, praying, believing, and loving him with tears.
I leave his room expecting answers to prayer.
*Verses taken from the Amplified Version of the Bible.